What the World Needs Now (Besides a Shopping Cart Return)

Brought to you by People Who Still Say Please and Thank You

I once saw a guy roll down his window to give a panhandler five bucks, then turn around and cuss his wife out for adjusting the AC vent.
And that, friends, is modern America in a nutshell.

We’ve mastered public kindness.
We’ve got our Instagram empathy and TikTok tears down to a science.
But at home? We act like hangry toddlers 5 minutes past nap time.
You’ll donate to a stray goat on Facebook, but heaven help your own kid if they walk in front of the TV during the game.

🎶 What the world needs now… is love, sweet love. 🎶
Burt and Hal wrote it. Dionne sang it.
And no, this isn’t a political rant—so unclench your jaw, Marge.

This is about real love. The everyday kind of love.
The no applause, no witnesses required kind.
The kind that doesn’t come with a coupon code, a caption, or a humblebrag.

I’m talkin’ about:

• Holding the door for someone without expecting a fruit basket

• Letting someone merge instead of turning into Dale Earnhardt Jr.

• Helping a stranger fix their flat tire

It’s not hard.
It’s not flashy.

You refill my coffee?
You’re getting a smile. Maybe a kiss on the cheek.
And if you’re over 60, named Earlene, and work at Waffle House,
you’re getting a Sunday-morning kind of patience and a Saturday-night kind of tip.

And most importantly: Be nice to the people you live with.
Love isn’t candlelit dinners and saxophone solos.
It’s unloading the dishwasher without acting like it’s jury duty.
It’s noticing when someone tries.
It’s saying thank you like you mean it—
not like you’re reading a warning label.

A friend of mine’s wife once made him a sandwich during a Georgia game commercial break.
He looked at her and said: “You just made me fall in love with you all over again.”
She rolled her eyes — but she heard it.

I’m not saying you need to throw a parade every time your spouse folds a towel.
But maybe, just maybe, take notice… and let your gratitude show.

That’s it. That’s the secret.
Not diamonds. Not sonnets.
Sometimes just a sandwich and a sincere thank you.

Too many of us save our good manners for strangers
and act like entitled goblins at home.

If you can say “bless you” to a stranger who sneezes in Target,
you can damn well say “thank you” when your kid hands you the remote.

And before this rant concludes… yes, the buggy matters.
Returning your shopping cart is the morality test of the South.
Just you… the cart… and the judgment of the Lord and your fellow shoppers. No pressure!

If you treat the parking lot like a cart not-my-problem zone,
then I don’t trust you with relationships, pets, or secrets.

Here it is, simple as can be:
What the world needs now is love—
And for you to show the people in your life that they matter at least as much as your Uber Eats driver.

That’s ‘The Condition’—giving love where it counts.
So stick around, subscribe, and pass a little of it on.